It was very simple, but much better than Li Jianyue's work. Li Jianqian glanced at his sister's painting and said with contempt, "So ugly."
"Hey, yours is ugly!" Li Jianyue was upset, so she turned to the other side. "Brother Mosen, do you think my painting looks good?"
Li Mosen was painting the lake. He heard Li Jianyue speak up, so he turned his head and looked at it seriously. He nodded. "Very good."
Li Jianyue immediately became happy. She smiled and got up from the stool, grabbing her small skirt. Hugging Li Mosen's small head with her chubby little hands, she gave him a kiss and said sweetly, "Brother Mosen is the best!"
On Mosen's white and tender skin appeared a touch of pink. Li Jianyue did not realize what kind of influence she had on the little boy, and she went back to the stool, sat down with a crayon, and started to paint again.
